Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.